Trace A Drop Of Blood Through The Heart Novels & Stories

And the droplets were my blood. Not thinking twice, I stabbed the syringe right in the middle of my chest, leaning an inch towards the left where my heart would be, and pressed down on the plunger. When I had emptied out the entire tube, I pulled it out and it automatically fell from my hand as I felt my entire body going numb. The ground was cold and sticky and I could feel the stones digging into my back as blood flowed freely. But at this point, the pain no longer registered in my brain.

‎ ‎A drop of blood. ‎ ‎ ‎

I trace her down to her toes. The dripping sound I heard is not of water but blood. I look down at the ground. I can’t feel the ceramics. The ground is covered with blood. I hold my breath as I lift my face and look at my surroundings. The corridor is gone. There’s nothing in here just an empty wide place. I get up and realize, I’m standing on a sea of blood.

"What"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Samantha could not hold herself she rushed out of the room with her car keys heading to the elevator. Tears rolled down her eyes as he made her way to her car and drove off. She got to the hospital and rushed out of her car running to the entrance of the hospital as she bumped into a nurse. "Good afternoon, I am looking for Me Phillips he was brought in earlier in the day". "Are you his daughter Samantha"? "Yes i am his daughter, how is he, is he okay"?

But I have to keep a low profile for now as promised. The nauseousness shoots through me as I lift the patient's arm and the chemical stench of medicine hits my senses. I carefully puncture the big arterie, only enough for a thin line of blood to start running. It takes forever when I can't leave any traces and I have to suck to get the blood out.

My breathing became uneven. "Please..." I whispered desperately. "Not again..." A strange warmth spread down my leg, making my heart stop. Slowly, with trembling hands… I lowered my gaze. A crimson drop landed on the polished marble beneath me. Then another.

On my instructions, they took every step and followed diligently, only if they knew I was working and instructing them by instinct. Soon, they got to the bullet and this was the part we knew was more dangerous. Taking the bullet out without the portion would cause the heart to pump blood with more force than normal, which could lead to stroke, heart attack, or quick death.

My heart sank and my breathing got stumped. My hands sweeped over it and my orbs widened in horror. Blood. It spread rapidly round the area, tainting my gown and casting a sinister hue of red upon my gown. The liquid cascaded onto the beach sands, imprinting its crimson stains upon the grains. My heartbeat accelerated with each passing moment, intensified by another wave of excruciating pain. This time, the anguish centered right above my left breast. Similar to its bloody counterpart, it surged swiftly, tainting my gown with its scarlet red stains.

Blood spilled onto the paper just like it did a few seconds ago with her. But that was not the surprising part, our blood drops started moving towards each other and pretty soon formed a big red drop of blood which quickly turned golden and disappeared in the form of tiny stars. A gasp was heard. I turned to see Rose with her mouth wide open, she quickly realized I was looking at her and closed her mouth with a small smile. "What does it mean?" "It means you are my niece," Celia wiped the tear and before I knew it, hugged me tightly.

I don't want anymore liquefied bodies to clean up. Carter leveled the syringe over the subject's chest, trying to gauge where her heart lay beneath the protective layer of ribcage. When he had a close guess, he brought his hand up, and slammed it down, breaking through the bone and sending the needle straight into her heart. She screamed and fought, but it was no use.